#pleaaaaseee

“that’s your reality, not mine.” you lie, “i had my first time with my ex, i thought you knew this?” digging yourself deeper into your lies. “no, i didn’t know about that, i’ve been your best friend for how long?” satoru caresses his chin with his thumb and pointer as if he’s lost in thought “and this is the first time i’m hearing about it” his face deadpans at you as if he came to the conclusion that you’re fibbing. “well i don’t have to tell you every little thing satoru. just like you dont tell me about all of these supposed ‘hookups’ you have so often.” you cross your arms across your chest, eyes leaving his very punchable face.

“what,” satoru pushes your legs off of his lap so he could scoot closer to you before hovering over your laying figure, face inches away from yours “you jealous or somethin’?” his teased, smirking in your face. using one your pointer finger to push his face away from yours.

“how could i be jealous of girls who don’t exist” you tease back with a fake smile before deadpanning again. “they are very real and they’re obsessed with me, thank you very much” satoru winks at you.

of course girls are always following satoru around on campus like lost puppies but he has never actually done it with them, right? with satoru always being the topic of conversation, you do find it weird how you’ve never heard of satorus sexual antics.

you finally sit up wanting to entertain him, not knowing that you were both rocking in the same boat. “oh yeah? show me how you do it then, toru” you turn to face the man. secretly something in you always wondered how satoru fucked or if he even fucked at all? maybe he made love, would lay you down gently on his sheets that smell of him, leave a trail of soft kiss down your stomach before lapping on your clit like a parched kitten whilst whispering sweet nothings into the air…. or maybe he’d shove your face into his pillows, his fingers digging into your hips as he digs you out, slamming his hips into you so deep you could feel him bulging in ur lower stomach, grabbing you by your hair to spit in your mouth before slapping your cheek leaving a hot sting behind.

you knew it was perverted and wrong to think about your bestfriend like that but you just couldn’t help yourself. it was only made worse whenever you’re all alone and bored out of your mind, leaving you to get all hot and bothered at the thought of your bestfriends undeniable sex appeal. thinking about him doing more than just the small kisses he’d leave on your cheek and the lingering touches he’d leave on your skin.

“y-you want me to show you?” his face heats up, leaving a noticeable rosy color on his cheeks “might be too much for your virgin eyes” satorus stutter is quickly covered by false confidence. “i’m sure i can take it” your words made him gulp “come on, dont make it weird satoru.” his eyes follow you as you get up from the sofa and stand in between his manspread legs. “let’s reenact it” you say looking down on him.

“okay, w-well first i take ‘em by the hips like this..” his hands shake as he grabs ahold of your hips, a familiar feeling like when he’d place his hand on your hips to brush past you. “ ‘n i bring ‘em on my lap” he gently guided you to sit ontop of his lap, his confidence leading you to believe he was telling the truth about being experienced in this craft.

your thin sleep shorts being almost no barrier against his pajama pantsed crotch. satoru was beginning to internally panic, swore it would never go this far, yeah you’ve kissed a couple of times, left not-so friendly lingering touches on each other, and flirted as much as you breathed but he never would’ve thought he’d have his best friend on his lap getting ready to dry hump him.

“then i- fuck- make ‘em grind on me like this..” he lied through his teeth. truth is, he’d never done anything like this! he believed he was telling on himself by the way his fingers trembled as they grasped ur hips, the way his breath staggered and hitched as he felt the plushness of your hips, and his eyes glazed over as they raked over your figure. his hands travel from your hips, to your butt as he drags you back and forth on bulging crotch. “just like this..” he grunts, his cock rock hard under you, while his eyes are glued to where you both meet.

“shit.. i know ur lying satoru” you huff out, trying not to react when you clit catches on his bulge. satorus eyebrows furrow “m’ not lyin’! you’ve just never done anything like this, so you wouldn’t k—angh!—know!” he flips your accusation back onto you. you don’t even retort back, instead you straight your back so you can take control. slowly grinding ur hips on the thigh his cock was laying hard against. satorus hands that once rested on ur hips, fly to your hips as he tries to halt your movements.

his actions only making you speed up. you notice the way his eyebrows are pinched together, his breathy whimpers become uncontrollable, and the dumb way drool begins to slip from his lips— all telltale signs you’ve seen in your favorite twitter videos that he was about to blow his load. “h-hah..” you gasp out when he rolls his hips up into your slick shorts “look at you toru!” your thumb swipes over his drool coated lip, wiping the drool on his shirt. satoru looks like he’s in a trace when his eyes finally meet yours. while you’re too busy teasing him in his messy state, you fail to notice his nimble fingers slipping under your thin shorts until he rolls your slick clit under his pointed n middle finger.

“toru! that’s n-not fair” you whine as your hips involuntarily buck against his touch, distracting you from getting him off as you chased his fingers. your hands are quick to shimmy his pj pants down just enough to free his throbbing cocking. satoru sucks air through his teeth when he feels your soft hands wrap around his precum glazed cock. “fuck- grip it tighter baby..” he sputters out as his fingers circle around your slick hole before pushing in with no mercy. he doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his finger before massaging through your walls in a ‘come hither’ motion.

“mmngh—! s’ fuckin’ good!” clenching around his fingers as you spat down onto his cock, creating enough slick to freely move you hand up n down on his cock at the immediate fast pace you set. the pleasure becoming all to overwhelming for the both of you, this “reenactment” turning in a competition to see who will crack first. you continued to stroke satorus length, pressing a thumb against his tip every now and then to make him whimper n whine, until you felt a knot building up in your stomach.

hot pressure becoming unbearable as satorus fingers never faltered. the soft ‘click click click’ sound of his middle fingers, massaging deep inside against where you’re weak, his thumb tracing circles on your puffy nub, was all too much for you! “m’ gonna—fuck! don’t stop!” barely giving him a warning before your walks clench around his fingers tight enough to make him groan. you let out a string of incoherent babbles and moans as you make a mess on his fingers. he watches in awe you fall apart from something so simple as fingering, deepening his belief that you must be a virgin like him. he’s snapped out of his head when he realizes even throughout your orgasm, you never stopped your movements on his cock.

rubbing your palm against the tip, using you free hand to stroke his length like you’ve read about online, only makes satoru squirm under you. “mmngh- y-your hand feels so- fuck! good.." satoru bit his lip, trying to suppress the high pitched moans threatening to spill from his swollen lips. “f-fhuck.. wait-baby, wait!” the trembling man under you panics at the pleasure

chest heaving, stomach twisting, his toes curling, plump pink lips slightly parting but no sound leaves it. his hand grips your wrist in a attempt to stop you but you persist anyway. hot spurts on his seed coats your hand and his pj pants as he groans. his beefy forearm moving up to hide his face in embarrassment as his hips buck to chase the last of his release.

a minute goes by of nothing but the noise of both of you heaving and process the moment. satoru is the first to speak, “i’m a virgin.” he says with his arm still slung over his face. “me too” you respond without missing a beat.

“then that’s settled” his arm comes down, revealing a cheeky smile you know all too well. the type of smile that screams trouble

“maybe we can show each other how to do it?”

a/n: sorry for being a deabeat writer :/ this idea/trope has been sitting in my drafts for a while, n it’s honestly just too cute!!!

like wdym we r trying to convince each other that we’ve done it before??